The Erotica Heroine Trapped in a Horror Game novel Chapter 3

“Wait!” I called out quickly.

“I’m not sleeping in the maid’s room!”

I hurried after him, plastering on my best grin.

“You’ve got your own room in this mansion, right? How about we share a bed?”

The boss said nothing. He just floated faster, like he couldn’t get away soon enough.

I rushed after him.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to grant my wish? You know… shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.””

“I never agreed to that,” he said flatly, cutting me off.

I frowned. “What the hell? Isn’t this dungeon called ‘Wish’? Weren’t you the one who said you’d grant every player’s wish? Why are you treating me differently? That’s discrimination! I’m filing a complaint with headquarters!”

He stared at me in silence for a long moment, clearly speechless.

Finally, in a resigned tone, he said, “…Fine. Come with me.”

After a maze of turns, he brought me into a luxurious bedroom.

The second I saw the king-sized bed in the center, I threw myself onto it with a dramatic sigh.

“So soft… finally,” I groaned, stretching lazily before crossing my legs.

“My legs hurt. Massage them for me.”

He glanced at me once, utterly expressionless, and said nothing.

I wasn’t giving up that easily.

“By the way, what’s your name? I can’t just keep calling you Boss forever.”

He dodged the question immediately.

“It has nothing to do with you. You’re a player. Focus on clearing the dungeon.”

I smiled sweetly.

“Then what should I call you? Baby? Honey? Hubby? Master? Daddy?”

As my tone grew more and more outrageous, he finally snapped.

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